A Call of Creation
A call of creation.
Brilliant white ice
a tower of monolithic
crystalline purity.
Broken shells sharp
like razor wire around my mind.
Empire of dusty spires vast in scope
reach, scraping against
a dark sky.
Blackened stone mirrored
windows conspire.
Birth cracked crimson
incandescence Crystals.
Will leave shards in mind scapes
of oblivion white like dreams
let loose on black stone…
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